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Characters: Master Xehanort and whoever wishes to join him
Setting: Various locations around the tower
Format: Action to start, but I'll follow you.
Summary: Xehanort doing what he does best... whatever he's up to, that is. Also taking your candy because he can.
Warnings: Xehanort.

Floor 32:
[Every now and then, Xehanort scopes out a tree and begins to climb. He doesn't climb all the way, and tends to stop about halfway up. He seems to be looking for something, but whether or not he finds it is difficult to tell. Eventually he climbs back down, brushing leaves and bits of bark off of himself, before heading back to the stairs.]

Floor 22:
[He's not really looking for something specific, and seems to be content with wandering aimlessly, looking up at the portraits every now and then as though trying to judge where he is. It doesn't really seem to matter what manner of art falls before him, he doesn't react adversely or positively and simply takes it in regardless of whether it's someone or something he knows or not.]

Floor 17:
[Why in the world... Xehanort stands, looking around the room carefully as though his eyes can pierce the walls. It's clear from his expression that he expects something more from this place, and that perhaps he's disappointed that it's not manifesting itself. The screaming doesn't seem to bother him much at all, although he carefully avoids the handprints when he begins to tap at the walls.]

Floor 15:
[In the materials storage, he's contemplating what looks like slabs of marble. He raps his knuckles against them as though testing the sound rather than anything else. In one hand is a block of wood... dark red looking wood, perhaps rosewood for those who know their wood types.]

Floor 9:
[On his hands and knees, Xehanort listens to the sounds, deciding if he wishes to go further or not. It's tempting, but the tower is excellent at using the lure of curiosity... ]

Floor 8:
[A last lingering lick of darkness flickers about him as he exits the maze. His expression is thoughtful, although neutral... though he seems guarded, casting his eyes about as though checking to see if anyone has noticed his egress. He heads for the stairs quickly, as though desiring to leave the area with little incident.]

Anywhere:
[There's monsters about aplenty, and he takes down one that's particularly aggressive with ease, freezing it solid with his favourite Glacial Arts before filling the air with a blistering Megaflare, exploding the ice from extreme temperatures and rendering the creature to bits. He stops to stoop down and look over what exactly the creature was protecting...

candy? It doesn't seem out of the ordinary at all. Still, something has to be up with this... he goes to pocket the candy and move on, certain that answers will be easily obtainable soon enough.]

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[He's not concerned at all. He watches the hedgehog speed off, walking at his own sedate pace, before suddenly the air before him seems to shimmer and twist as darkness pours forth, swirling into a round portal that Xehanort steps through without breaking stride.

He might even be there before you, Shadow.]

[ He might just be. In fact, he likely will be. That portal is probably quicker than running (or, in his case, skating) could ever be, even if he is going at super speed. Shadow arrives on the outskirts of the forest floor, cautiously stepping inside and swiveling his ears to catch any unknown presences.

Now to wait for Xehanort to catch up... or not. ]

[He gestures, stretching his hands out a bit ruefully.] My apologies. As you have a rapid means of movement, I took something of a shortcut down so that you would not have to wait too long.

[ Conserving time with mysterious abilities... yes, he did like this one so far. He is proving to be a little more bright than most of the tower's residents. Good. ]

And just what was this shortcut? [ If Xehanort looks closely, he may or may not see a hint of a smirk rising. He's legitimately impressed with this one by human standards. ]

[Your smirk is noted, and raised one grin. On his face it probably looks a bit creepy. He spreads his hands in a passive gesture.]

It's known as a Corridor of Darkness. It simply cuts a straight path to a destination, and can be used to reach even places with no other route.

Your power is unlike any other human...

[ Take that as a compliment, Xehanort, as Shadow usually doesn't care about many of the ordinary, feeble humans that cross his path.

As for creepy grins, Shadow is a master at those himself, so that doesn't bother him. However, his own fades away, replaced with simple curiosity as he points to him. ]

Just what are you?

A simple man who has seen and learned much in his years... one who is not afraid to face his weaknesses or to master his strengths.

[He shrugs, his arms coming up to the sides in a wide gesture as his shoulders roll.]

Perhaps that permits me to travel roads others can or will not, and from that draw power.